Who: Caroline Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson When: Week 7; Tuesday Night Where: Mikaelson Estate What: Caroline receives her lottery letter. Klaus' decision making skills are seriously lacking Warnings: Blood, possibly mild violence, turning into a vampire without consent Status: Closed/In Progress
Caroline didn't know how long she had been sitting on her bed starting at the letter in her hands. She had gotten it yesterday and it was all so official looking. Prim and proper and almost polite. But none of the pretty wording negated the fact that her name had been drawn. Come next Sunday she would be in a pen like Elena had been, being sold off to the highest bidder. Part of her wanted to go to Klaus about it. But she couldn't go running to him to bail her out. Her stupid pride was getting in her way. She would figure something out on her own. Shoving the letter in her bedside drawer she slammed it shut and got up to head to the kitchen. In her haste she didn't even realize that half of the damn thing was sticking out.
Going into the kitchen she immediately started looking through the fridge. She was going to have herself a pity party and just deal with it that way. And what was a pity party without ice cream? Finding a container of the frozen treat she didn't bother grabbing a bowl, just a spoon and went to go sit in one of the seemingly endless rooms in the house.